THE LAST LIVING INDIAN by Logan Giese
THE LAST LIVING INDIANby Logan Giese
Tom Hartfield sat at his cubicle in one of many iridescent spiral towers scattered across Manhattan. He felt satisfied with his morning work crunching the daily numbers and took...
JONES STREET by Andrew Chinich
JONES STREETby Andrew Chinich
Looking back now, thinking of Ruby makes me smile. But it took a long time to get to this place. What then felt like a series of haphazard random events now...
THE BEST COMPANY by Ezra Brooks-Planck
THE BEST COMPANYBy Ezra Brooks-Planck
The man blinked. He looked around him. There was nothing. He stood in a vast emptiness. There was no light and no dark. All he knew was that he was...
TARIFF by Richard Charles Schaefer
TARIFFBy Richard Charles Schaefer
The guy I’m replacing didn’t show up today, so Heather (who calls me Brian, even though my name’s Dustin) shows me around the office. This includes a tutorial on the photocopier/fax...
ELECTRICITY by David Rogers
ELECTRICITYby David Rogers
The whole sky flashed, a searing electric blaze, fading to the blue-brown of the horizon. Lightning here did funny things to a man’s vision. The clouds were patchy, silver gray, like the...
SMOKEY THE THERAPY CAT by Andrew Miller
SMOKEY THE THERAPY CATby Andrew Miller Last week Jeff Streeter drove me to the clam flats in his Ford Model T to scatter Patricia’s ashes. We went before sunrise, her favorite time of day. Jeff...
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UNCLE by Amanda Gamache
UNCLEby Amanda Gamache-Mitchell
I realized he knew he was dying by the look in his eyes, by the tone in his voice, as he began to tell me about his experiences in World War II....
SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE IT by Jon Sorensen
SOMEBODY’S GOING TO TAKE ITby Jon Sorensen
The garage sale ends as it does every year, leaving behind the pine cone lamp, the broken towel rack and the mismatched barbeque tools that will be saved for...
THE ERA OF GOOD FEELINGS by Lawrence Uri
THE ERA OF GOOD FEELINGSLawrence Uri
The Two Americas Barrier began as a metaphor that eclipsed all realities, and became a reality that eclipses all metaphors.Jen is looking ahead, through the windshield, over the plain...
I LIVE IN THE CEMETERY by Faye Reddecliff
I LIVE IN THE CEMETERYby Faye Reddecliff
Cemeteries are not scary at night. At least the dead are not what’s scary. They’re peaceful -- the vandals and drunks, now that’s something else.I know because I...